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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Anima Project
I open my eyes in a womb of darkness, all encompassing, except for a thin shaft of light that pierces the curtain of black around me. The light is reflected through a rounded patch of glass above my head, and fear erupts within me as I realize I must be within a confined space. I am lying on my back, and I notice that my limbs find a peculiar resistance when I try to move them- as if I were under water. I can breathe, but it doesn’t feel natural, and as I force my stiff right arm through the substance surrounding me, I touch my mouth. A large tube protrudes from my throat, I nearly jerk it free out of pure instinct until the rational part of my brain reminds me that I am still submerged. Instead, I reach above me toward the light. I feel the roof of my containment and push, it takes effort, but it gives, and I slowly lift it aside. Once freedom is within sight, I rip the tubing from my mouth and lift myself up. As my head breaks the surface, I take my first gasp of true air, and crawl out of my cage. Rubbing it between my fingers, I can tell now that what I have been sleeping in is not liquid at all, it feels like some kind of gel. As my eyes fully adjust, I can see the faintest of dust particles fluttering around the section of floor where I sit. The ground is hard, something like cracked linoleum, and I see what looks to be mounds of rock piled around the room. Rising to my knees, a pain like pins and needles shoots through my extremities as life creeps into them. My mind feels empty, my thoughts covered in cobwebs, so many questions plague me, not the least of which is why my limbs feel this way at all. I look at the rough, calloused hands in front of me, turning a reddish pink as blood starts coursing through them again. I squeeze my right fingers into a fist and flex them open again, raise my left hand, and touch my face. Hesitantly, I press it to each of my features- nose, mouth, hair, ears- everything is there… But it all feels wrong. I can’t remember anything, how I came to be in this place, where I had been before- even my own name eludes me.
By Joshua Morelli5 years ago in Horror
The Apothecary
The Apothecary By Kami Bryant The Apothecary drove two hours from the city to the small fishing town on the Oregon Coast. She drove a ten-year-old white, non-descript American made car. The car didn’t have a single bumper sticker or fancy tires or rims and was so ordinary that it wouldn’t draw a second glance. She drove exactly the speed limit and stayed in the right lane.
By Kami Bryant5 years ago in Horror
The overture
Prologue The air was thick with the bittersweet tang of blood. Crows and wolves were already gathering for the feast. A sound could be heard every now and again amongst the dead and the dying; sometimes a cry for help, mostly an injunction for blessed release. Soldiers moved around the dead bodies, helping those that could be saved out of the battlefield and helping those that could not, out of their misery. Other figures moved too, helping themselves to whatever valuables could be found on men who needed them no more. Washing his hands of the blood and the grime, Balaen Stramar watched the proceedings dispassionately, having watched this macabre scene more times than he wanted to. His weary eyes spotted riders, silhouetted against the setting sun, heading towards him and raising a small cloud of dust in their wake.
By Yogesh Sawant5 years ago in Horror
Our love
I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I love everything about you. I love your eyes, your laugh, your smile. I took you back after you cheated because I love you. You made a small mistake but, I corrected that, and I made myself better for you. I erased your mistake. I know you love me too. I love everything about you. I love your laugh, your smile, each hair on your head, 106,932. I count them each night to show my devotion to you, to us.
By Cheyanne gray5 years ago in Horror
The Plight of the Hawthorne
I saw it first. A ship on the distant horizon, barely more than a smudge against the merging blues of sky and sea. “Ma! Ma! It’s here! Pa’s ship is here!” I hollered as I ran down from the clifftops towards the town. I was panting by the time I reached the small main street, with its cobbled road leading towards the market square and beyond that the harbor.
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Horror
Three Days Missing
I have been missing for three days and counting. I know this because there is a tiny, high window in here, and I kept myself awake since I been dragged down here. There have been many times I thought about something like this happening since I learned how powerful my father is and the millions he possesses.
By Monee Myers5 years ago in Horror
For the Love of Chaos
That wasn't the way it was meant to go. It was just supposed to be a prank. Nobody was supposed to get hurt. As CEO he probably should have gotten some help from the science department before mixing chemicals together in the ventilation shafts. He was trying to make red smoke come out of the vents to cause a slight panic. He didn't know that dry ice would cause such a problem. Some of the employees had gotten sick and those with respiratory problems were now either in the hospital or the morgue. As for Jack, the CEO responsible for the prank gone wrong, he was now in jail facing charges for criminal negligence and, as of an hour ago, involuntary manslaughter.
By Kaytlin Michelle5 years ago in Horror
THE MYERS (1)
Despite his irritation, Beau couldn't help but admire the way his sister moved in decisive strides, ignoring the panic that shoved pedestrians into chaos in the plaza. He didn't need to keep his gaze focused on her to know where she was headed. Comfortably seated in the leather seats of his Maserati parked beside a row of stores and apartments, Beau frowned at the bullet lodged in his windshield before he glanced sideways at the woman who, in her hurry, tripped over the bleeding teenager on the ground. As if to reaffirm Beau in his general hatred for human nature, she didn't stop or slow down to see what she could do to help the youngster.
By Shequinah Rayanh Nanshanapa5 years ago in Horror
